Rüya's POV
"Rüya.." I open my eyes to the sound of Yaman's voice to find him sitting on the edge of his bed, with a tray in hand. There was a bowl of soup and some crackers. Yaman placed the tray on the nightstand next to the bed where I noticed the clock had read 10:31 pm. Yaman reached over to my head, moving the strands of hair that rest on my face. "Sorry to wake you but my mom wants you to eat. She said it's good to get all that medication out of your system."
I nodded, sitting up in his bed. "When did you get back from the bar? Did Çağla give you the recording?" I asked as Yaman placed the tray in front of him and started to stir the soup with a spoon. He shook his head no before raising the spoon of liquid to my mouth.
"No, she acted like she didn't know what was in your purse and left. But the good thing is Alaz knows now and we have a plan tomorrow to get her to see the truth. Hopefully she'll give us the recording then." Yaman shook his head in disbelief as I rolled my eyes.
I couldn't help but feel the disappointment from Çağla. After everything that happened I would've expected her to at least come clean and tell someone why we were even on the edge of that cliff. She didn't even tell Alaz. I could've died down there while they all thought I had jumped out of guilt. I felt the tears stinging my eyes at the thought. Suddenly, my mind is back at the mental hospital and I feel myself wanting to panic. I look up to find Yaman watching me. He could tell something was up.
"Rüya, are you okay?" He moved the tray back and scooted closer to me as I nodded my head.
"I'm fine, I just —" I paused, looking up at him, unsure of what I'm feeling. "I'm fine really."
"No, talk to me. Please." Yaman grabbed the sides of my head and wiped the single tear that was trailing my cheek. His eyes searched mine, almost as if he could find out what was bothering me just by looking at me. "Tell me. What happened to you in there?"
I stare at his eyes, trying to keep the tears in mine. Failing miserably, I feel the liquid dripping down my cheeks. "They thought I was someone else. I tried to tell them who I was and nobody listened to me. They would take me into the room and lock me in there and they tied me to the bed to get me to comply." I look down at my hands still gripping the blanket. "They even gave me injections to calm me down. It was like someone had taken control of me and I was no longer myself."
I felt Yaman's hands stiffen against me. I look up to find his eyes bloodshot red. The same look in his eyes when he's about to go make someone pay for their crimes. I grab hold of his shirt with both of my hands, feeling the intensity of his breathing.
"Yaman," I say, snapping him out of his trace. "I'm fine now. I'm here, safe with you."
He shook his head, "I won't rest until I make them pay for what they did to us. To you."
I shake my head, grabbing hold on Yaman's cheeks and bringing his forehead to mine. "Please Yaman, don't do anything that will put you in danger. I can't lose you." Yaman's eyes shut as I feel him calming himself down. Our foreheads still together. "As long as we get the recording he's going to go to jail. They both are. We just need to find out where my mom is. Okay? And then everything will be fine."
"Will it? Will it ever be fine?" Yaman asked me as I separated our heads to look at him clearly.
"It will be what it's meant to be." I said as I look down at the compass dangling from his neck. I grab the piece of metal in my fingers and he looked down at my hand. I took a deep breath, before my next words come out as a whisper, "I saw the press conference."
